With good luck, Gou practiced in the harem

Chapter 20 19. The Daily Life of Little Waste and Old Clapper
Creak creak, creak creak.
The sound of the hub is harsh.

Xia Yan suddenly noticed another thing: the carriages leave from the north city gate, and the layout of the imperial palace and imperial city is facing south, even the imperial palace itself is in the north of the center.

In other words, the carriage used the fastest speed to get out of Yujing City in the shortest distance.

But it took too much time, from morning to evening, it took about four hours.

Four hours, that is eight hours, eight hours of travel, can you only go out of the north gate from the harem of the imperial palace?

How big should the entire Yujing City be?
Xia Yan hastily compared his previous lives, and found that if the Jade Capital City was square and upright, it would be as big as half a province.

In such a big city, it is said that there are no villages and towns in a thousand miles around the city?
This world is different from the world in all his cognition
Xia Yan lifted the curtain of the car, and outside the curtain was an ancient road.

There are continuous camps on both sides of the ancient road.

It was not night, but the fire in the brazier had already risen, and a little spark illuminated the coarse cloth of the tent.

Suddenly, the sound of vibrating, orderly footsteps came from afar.

Xia Yan looked, but saw a row of ten armed soldiers.

These soldiers were all wearing black lacquer and thin-scale armor, and the leader was wearing a dog-shaped pocket. The pocket was surrounded by canine teeth, protruding from the outside, making the inner face look a little majestic and malevolent.

Yep, another armor style I haven't seen before.
The ten soldiers, led by the leader, patrolled the designated area back and forth. Even if they saw the carriage, they had no intention of coming to inquire.

The carriage went on for a while.

Xia Yan heard someone playing a flute, the sound of the flute was broad and tragic, lingering with the wind, obviously in the city of Yujing, but this flute blew out a generous and tragic frontier song of "the long river falls into the sun, and the desert smoke goes straight".

He followed the sound of the flute, but saw a group of about a hundred soldiers sitting cross-legged on the ground, with Chang Ge firmly planted on the ground, casting a faint slanting shadow in the twilight.

The leading soldier was playing the flute, just like the leader of the ten before him, he was also wearing a strange pocket, but it was not a dog style, but a wolf.

dog?Wolf?
Do different pockets correspond to different military ranks?

Suddenly, he felt something in his heart, and raised his head slightly, only to see that to the north, there was actually a wall as thick as a mountain. On the top of the wall, a general who was covered in armor and looked like a steel monster was standing quietly, overlooking the distant city. place.

And at this moment, the queen's cold voice sounded.

"I'm used to seeing the wind, the flowers, the snow and the moon, hanging out among the boudoirs, and now I'm out of the city for the first time. Seeing this iron-blooded armor, do you have a little touch?"

Hidden sarcasm.

Xia Yan was silent.

While speaking, the carriage stopped again.

Xiaoqing showed the token again, and after a long time, the heavy iron gate opened again.

Xia Yan could see that the thickness of the iron gate was unimaginable, and there were sheets of talismans pasted on the back of the iron gate. Just by looking at this scene, one could guess what kind of horror was hidden outside the city.

The queen raised her finger suddenly, pointed at the steps inside the building car, raised her snow-white chin slightly, and said coldly: "Out of the city, no matter what you see or how scared you are, don't rush over this step to disturb me.

If you want to pee your pants in fright, let me tell you in advance. I don't want to be filthy.

If you are rude in any way, I will tie you to the wall of the car and walk this way.

Bengong remembers that 200 years ago, before your Royal Emperor Huidi took the throne, he was led by me to walk this way. tied to the car wall.

So, don't say it's unpredictable, if you really want to be afraid, let me bear with it.

This time I went out, not only to show you the outside world, but also to lead the snake out of the hole, so that those who are restless and restless in the palace, but because I am still hiding, can jump up.

Sima Chu is much stronger than you, he will definitely take advantage of this palace to take you out of the palace and do it.

It's a pity that if it was a peaceful and prosperous age, I might still be willing to let him be the emperor. In this chaotic world, a prince with an active mind like him is actually a disaster.

So, cheap for you. "

Xia Yan glanced at the old clapper.

The old clapper began to grind, make and drink tea calmly again.

It seemed that in her eyes, Xia Yan didn't exist at all. The reason why she brought the little trash outside to have a look was just going through a process.

A. The process of allowing the Emperor to see the outside world.

This point is actually somewhat similar to the ancient times in the world Xia Yan lived in before.

The king is in the deep palace, but the will cannot leave the palace. Because the powerful ministers are in power, the beneficial will will be released from the palace, and the unprofitable will will be hidden. Unless the king can personally go out of the city for a walk.

But how many kings can do this?
The misery in the world, the vicissitudes of the world, how many kings can open their eyes to see it?

Xia Yan's expression dropped slightly, and he stepped forward suddenly, raised his hand to reach for a cup of tea, the tea was green and crystal clear, really beautiful.

He is thirsty.

The old clapper looked at him coldly, his phoenix eyes slanted slightly, and said, "Drink the last cup."

Xia Yan said: "Just this cup."

The old clapper snorted coldly: "I don't make things difficult for you. Since you like to steal incense and jade, you should have some literary talent. If you can recite a poem that satisfies this palace, you will be allowed to drink it."

Xia Yan drank the cup directly.

The old clapper's attitude made people really uncomfortable.

What's even more disturbing is that he already has a faint premonition that...he can't run away.

This world seems to be ancient, but it is too unusual. He can't leave the city at all. If he goes out of the city, there are many dangers. He might as well just stay in the palace.

His plan to escape on the day of winter hunting was aborted before it was implemented.

The hope of letting the birds fly high in the sky was shattered.

Xia Yan's mentality changed slightly.

From being cautious at the beginning, to a trend of wanting to explode.

The old clapper had cold eyes, watched this rebellious little waste drink tea, and said coldly: "If you can't say a single poem that satisfies me, you can slap your mouth thirty times."

Xia Yan said: "If I speak poems, this way. I want you to pour tea for me."

"Bold!"

The old clapper said sharply.

Xia Yan ignored the old clapper's anger, recalled a little, and said calmly: "Several times of wind and rain have passed, and there was a thunder in the night.

In the battle of flags and guns, who will win the spring scene in Yuanmo?

Take the tongue of the branch, mash it with dew and smoke, and form a heap of purple clouds.

Gently move the gold mill, and the green dust will fly up. "

Old Clapper:
She was silent for a while, then said coldly, "Xia Que."

Xia Yan said: "You help me pour tea."

The old clapper said: "If you can satisfy me even when you get off the gate, I will pour you a cup reluctantly, and I should respect this talent. If it is not good, I will tie you out of the car immediately and let you go all the way. in this way."

Xia Yan said: "Old Dragon Tuan, True Phoenix Sui, point to the future.

In the rabbit's hair cup, the taste of the tongue returns instantly.

Wake up all kinds of past events, fight back the Sandman million, and lightly wipe my daughter Dai.

With the breeze blowing from my armpits, I want to go to the cloud platform. "

Old Clapper:
Xia Yan said: "Pour tea."

The old clapper poured him a cup of tea, then sneered and said, "After you die, I will give you a good posthumous title. Let's call you Emperor Wen."

(End of this chapter)